Here,
With me,
It's so different..
I'm not depressed cause, I'm fat
Ugly.
Skinny. Or whatever.
Everyone treats me right..
Nah wait..
I'm even called "the pretty girl"
Cute name, right?
Every single boy in my school crushes on me.
I'm the one with the bodygoals.
That's what they see..
But they never saw the cuts in my wrists or the tears in my eyes. They never saw the sciser in my hair. They never saw how much pain is in my heart. They never felt the vacuum inside of me..
I never let them know, because they think it's easy.
Even the ones like me.. the depressed people wouldn't understand it..why? Cause they think I'm pretty. Not just because you're pretty then you are living a happy life, right?
They think it's easy for me because I'm pretty, popular and everyone like me.
How didn't I lose my friends? Simply fighting. I fight for it every single day. Actually getting out of my bed is the hardest thing to do, I only got popular because I wasn't doing anything, my studies went down and down.. I started thinking bout drugs and stuff..I was just afraid.. but I was always messed up as kid..
So next before you tell me "how can you be depressed? You are beautiful and sexy and you have all boys crushing on you" think a million time about it.
